The Fall of Sally Weber - Part 1

[Realbatman9001]

Sally Weber had only been at Ridgeway High for a few weeks, but she was already turning heads. Her long, dark brown hair cascaded past her shoulders, framing her warm, tan skin and bright brown eyes that seemed to sparkle with an effortless confidence. She wasn’t trying to stand out, but she had a way of drawing people in. Her friendly smile and easygoing nature made everyone feel comfortable, but it was her body that really captured attention.
Her full, ample chest was hard to ignore, even under her modest clothes. Guys couldn’t help but steal glances at her every time she walked by, and even some of the girls, who were used to being the center of attention, couldn’t help but feel a little envious. Her C-cup breasts moved with each step, subtly shifting under her clothes, and her curves were undeniable. Especially the soft curve of her hips and the way her jeans hugged her round, perky butt.

Sally wasn’t flaunting anything, but it was clear that her figure, combined with her natural charm, made her impossible to overlook. Her new classmates were either jealous or awestruck when they saw Sally walk.

Among them was Madison Blake, the head cheerleader, queen of Ridgeway High, and self-proclaimed ruler of the school’s social scene. She had spent years perfecting her image, controlling the hierarchy, and making sure she was the one people admired. And yet, here was Sally Weber, the new girl, who wasn’t even trying and still managed to turn heads.

It wasn’t fair.

“She’s acting like she runs the place,” Ava, Madison’s right-hand girl, muttered as they sat in the cafeteria, watching Sally chat with a group of students. “I mean, she doesn’t even do anything, and people love her.”

Madison stirred her drink with calculated ease, her lips curling into a smirk. “She won’t be so perfect once we’re done with her.”
And just like that, Sally Weber had unknowingly made an enemy. Madison didn’t just want Sally embarrassed. She wanted her ruined.

A simple prank wouldn’t do. Not tripping in the hallway, no spilled drinks, or childish rumors. No, she needed something that would break Sally, something that would strip away the effortless confidence that made her so irritatingly likable.
That’s when the idea struck her.

“New students have to go through health screenings, right?” she mused aloud as she sat with her closest circle,Ava, Brooke, and Kylie, on the bleachers after practice.

Ava raised a brow. “Yeah, but that’s just paperwork and maybe a quick check-up at the nurse’s office. Why?”

Madison smirked. “What if we made it mandatory for Sally? A full exam. Administered by someone special.”

Brooke’s eyes widened with realization. “Wait…you’re thinking of…?”

Madison nodded. “Derek.”

Derek Lawson had graduated last year, but he had been one of the school’s most notorious troublemakers. The guy could charm his way out of anything, and more importantly, he still had connections at Ridgeway. Principal Reynolds in particular owed Madison and Derek more than a few favors after they conveniently forgot to mention his daughter’s little shoplifting incident last semester.

Ava laughed, shaking her head. “You’re evil.”

“I prefer resourceful.” Madison took out her phone. “I’ll have Derek pose as a visiting medical assistant. We’ll book an empty classroom, tell Sally it’s a new student health requirement, and… well, let’s just say she won’t be feeling so high and mighty after that.”

Brooke still looked hesitant. “Won’t she figure out something’s off?”

Madison rolled her eyes. “Not if we do it right. I’ll have one of the office aides put an official-looking notice in her locker. We’ll even have the principal’s signature on it.” She grinned. “By the time she realizes what’s happening, it’ll be too late.”

Kylie smirked. “God, I love watching people get what they deserve.”

Madison leaned back, feeling satisfaction settle deep in her bones. Soon, Sally Weber would be nothing but a joke.

Sally stood at her locker, the usual bustle of students around her seeming quieter today. Her fingers fumbled with the combination, and just as she was about to close the door, a folded piece of paper slipped out from between her books. She picked it up, unfurling it to read the hastily scribbled note inside: “Mandatory health check for all new students. Room 314, right after lunch. It’s important. Don’t be late!”

She frowned, wondering if it was some kind of school requirement she’d missed in the welcome materials. Sally was new, and she hadn’t been at Ridgeway long enough to know all the ins and outs of school procedures, but she figured she’d better go. Health was a big deal in the district, and she didn’t want to risk any issues down the road.

Her friend Mia came up beside her, glancing at the note with a raised eyebrow. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked, her voice light but curious.

Sally sighed, showing Mia the note. “Looks like some mandatory health check for new students. Have you heard about this?”

Mia shook her head. “No idea, but it might be new. With how strict they are about health in this district, you probably should get it done sooner rather than later.”

Sally nodded, a slight knot forming in her stomach. “Yeah, you’re right. I don’t want to mess with anything like that.”

Mia gave her a reassuring smile. “Go now, before the line gets long or something. It sounds official enough. I think it’s up on the third floor, right?”

Sally nodded again, a little more anxious now. She didn’t want to be late, so she started heading toward the stairs. Her thoughts wandered as she ascended, wondering why this health check was only for new students and why she hadn’t heard about it from anyone else. The whole thing seemed strange, but she pushed the feeling aside. It was probably just a regular thing they did here.

When Sally reached the third floor, she found Room 314 and hesitated at the door. The room looked completely normal, no signs of anything out of the ordinary. She took a deep breath, pushing it open, and stepped inside.

Behind a desk near the back of the room was a man who looked to be, in Sally’s opinion, in his early twenties. He wore a health aide’s uniform, though Sally didn’t recognize him. He had short, dark hair and a calm, professional demeanor, though something about the way he smiled at her made her feel uneasy. His name tag read “Derek,” but Sally couldn’t place him at all.

“Hi, you must be Sally,” he said smoothly, his voice warm but a little too rehearsed. “I’m Derek. I’ll be taking care of your health check today.”

Sally blinked, momentarily thrown off by the stranger’s calm tone. “Uh, hey. I didn’t realize this was a one-on-one thing. I thought it would just be a routine check or something, like a blood pressure test or a quick form.”

Derek smiled reassuringly, though there was an edge to it that made her uncomfortable. “It’s all routine, don’t worry. This is just part of our process here, especially for new students. Just go ahead and get changed, and we’ll get it all taken care of.”

He gestured toward a medical gown hanging on a hook at the far side of the room. “If you could just change into the gown, we’ll get started.”

Sally hesitated, still unsure. “Wait, I really just need to change into a gown? Aren’t there any forms or…?”

Derek cut her off with a patient smile. “No forms, nothing like that. Just the gown, and we’ll get through everything quickly. I promise.”

Sally bit her lip, feeling more uneasy now but also wanting to just get it over with. She’d never been a fan of medical exams, and she had a nagging feeling in her stomach that this was all a little more invasive than she had expected, but she shrugged it off. It was probably just one of those things that varied from school to school.
Sally turned to the small changing area behind the curtain, her heart beating a little faster. The gown was hanging on a hook, it was thin and flimsy. To Sally it looked like it was a step up from tissue paper. She hesitated for a moment, feeling an odd sense of vulnerability. She knew she was in a private space, but the thought of undressing in such a clinical setting made her skin tingle uneasily.

Sally slipped off her shoes and socks, the cold tile sending a sharp chill up her legs. The unexpected sensation made her hesitate, a shiver running through her as she reached for the hem of her skirt. Lifting it, she felt the cool air brush against her thighs, a stark contrast to the warmth of her skin. She unzipped it quickly, letting it slide down her legs before stepping out of it.

Her blouse followed, the fabric rustling as she pulled it over her head. Now left in just her underwear, she wrapped her arms around herself instinctively, lingering longer than she meant to. The stark lighting, the clinical smell of the room, and the knowledge that she was nearly bare in an unfamiliar space made her pulse quicken.

The medical gown hung limply on its hook, waiting for her. It was flimsy, too thin to offer any real coverage, barely long enough to skim her thighs. But before she could reach for it, the cool air prickled her skin, making her hyper aware of every exposed inch of her body. Her arms tightened slightly around herself as she took a deep breath, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.

Unbeknownst to Sally, behind the curtain, Derek’s attention had been captured by the shifting fabric and the way her body moved in that vulnerable moment. His eyes, initially drawn to the delicate curve of her exposed skin, from the gentle rise of her chest to the soft line of her waist and the bare stretch of her legs, lingered a fraction too long before he hastily diverted his gaze to his clipboard. His internal satisfaction was masked by a casual demeanor, though his voyeuristic interest was unmistakable.
Just then, as Sally hesitated with the gown in her hands. The quiet was broken by Derek’s unnervingly calm voice from the other side of the room.

“Oh, and Sally? Just so you know, the machines we use for the health check pick up on any traces of underwear, so you’ll need to remove them, it messes with the readings.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Wait, what? I have to go without my underwear?”

Derek nodded, his smile unchanging. “It’s standard procedure. Don’t worry, it’s just how the machines work. It’ll be quick.”

Sally stared at the curtain in disbelief, her pulse racing as the reality of the request sank in. The room felt suddenly colder, the thin gown now a flimsy barrier against her rising embarrassment.

Her pulse racing, Sally reluctantly reached behind her. With trembling fingers, she unfastened her bra and let it drop from her shoulders. The cool air of the room made her nipples stiffen noticeably, a detail that sent a fresh wave of humiliation through her. Then, she carefully slipped out of her panties, setting them aside with a sinking sense of vulnerability.

Through the gap in the curtain, Derek’s eyes lingered longer than they should have. His gaze traced the delicate curve of her breasts and the tender brown nipples that dotted their center. They looked creamy and enticing. His eyes made their way down to the triangle of her most private secret. There was sparsely any hair and as Sally shifted, he caught glimpses of her labia sticking out and at the tender pink flesh inside.

Still reeling from the unexpected demand, Sally finally picked up the thin gown. She slipped it over her head, trying desperately to pull it down to a modest length even as it clung loosely to her body. Every movement reminded her of how exposed she was, a feeling she couldn’t shake off as she braced herself for the rest of the exam.

It barely made it past her hips, and she couldn’t help but feel the awkwardness of the fit. It seemed like it had been made for someone much smaller, almost childlike in its proportions, and it left little to the imagination. The thin fabric clung to her body, offering minimal coverage. She could clearly see the outline of her brown nipples pressing through the fabric. The cool air in the room made her even more aware of her exposed skin, adding to the uncomfortable sensation of being so bare in a public setting.

She turned around, facing the wall and keeping her back to Derek, hoping that the gown would somehow conceal her modesty. The thin material, however, offered no such comfort, leaving her feeling vulnerable in ways she hadn’t expected.

What Sally also didn’t expect was that the door had been left slightly ajar, a narrow gap that offered a clear view into the room. Outside, the door opened onto the busiest hallway in the school. Most students rushed by, oblivious to the odd scene unfolding in Room 314, though a few paused, their eyes widening as they caught a glimpse of what was happening inside.

Derek had kept the door open at Madison’s explicit instruction. She’d demanded that he ensure Sally’s exam was as uncomfortable and invasive as possible. She wanted it subtle in appearance, but unmistakably humiliating in execution. The rest of Madison’s plan would be handled later, she had promised him.

Oblivious to the unfolding spectacle and the murmurs beyond the door, Sally stepped out from behind the curtain in the flimsy gown. She attempted to pull it down lower for better modesty, but the garment clung loosely around her, providing scant coverage.

Derek looked up from his clipboard, maintaining a calm, professional demeanor as his smile remained unchanging. “You’re all set. Now we can get started,” he said, his tone overly casual, almost too nonchalant given the circumstances.

Lost in her own anxious thoughts and desperate to have the exam over with, Sally didn’t register the fact that the door was still ajar. Her focus was solely on finishing the check and moving on with her day. She was completely unaware of the unwanted audience just beyond the threshold.

[SixPathsKeyblader]

I predict that Derek is going to have Sally lay down and put a blindfold on for some made up reason. Then, he'll say "wait right here for a moment while I step out to do something". At that point, Sally's clothes will be handed over to Madison, who will then take them somewhere and dispose of them. Derek will come back and quickly finish the checkup. Then, it will be time for Sally to get dressed again, only to find her clothes MIA. She will bring this up to Derek, who will spout some nonsense. Then, Sally will ask to at least keep the gown. However, of course she can't keep the gown because they need it for subsequent students. Sally is forced to remove the gown, and she has to go naked in school. Even after school, she may have to go home naked if she can't procure any clothing from any friends, faculty, the lost and found, or any other facilities. In the worst case scenario, she may even get arrested and/or suspended/expelled since the actual faculty of the school would have no knowledge of any new student medical exams.

[mikewozere]

Great start. Can't wait to read more!

[Realbatman9001]

The cool surface of the table pressed against the backs of Sally’s thighs, sending a sharp chill up her spine. The thin gown she wore was practically useless, offering little warmth and even less coverage as it barely skimmed her upper thighs, its loose fabric shifting with every small movement. The air-conditioned room only intensified her discomfort, the cool draft prickling her exposed skin and making her painfully aware of how little she was wearing.

She swallowed hard, fighting the urge to tug at the flimsy fabric, knowing it wouldn’t really help. The gown was so weightless that every brush against her skin served as a reminder of her nakedness. With even a slight shift, the hem threatened to lift further, it teased the idea that it might reveal more than she wanted anyone to see.

Glancing downward, Sally caught a glimpse of her bare breasts silhouetted against the thin fabric. Her pert brown nipples stood firm as they threatened to break through the fabric of the gown. A wave of mortification washed over her as she hoped the lighting was unflattering and that the aide wouldn’t notice too much. She knew he could see under her gown but he must have done this enough times to be desensitize himself to it. That knowledge did little to ease her self-consciousness, her mind was a swirl of humiliation and anxiety.

Her heart pounded as she stared at the floor, desperately trying to focus on anything but the overwhelming sense of exposure. The idea of being so naked in a school setting made her skin crawl. It was the sort of nightmare where one shows up to class in nothing but underwear, except, this wasn’t a dream. The harsh fluorescent lights, the sterile smell of the room, and the cold, unyielding atmosphere all worked together to make the situation feel inescapable and all too real.

Sally sat stiffly on the table, her arms crossed tightly over her stomach as if that would somehow make her feel less exposed. Her thoughts swirled, each one making her more aware of the thinness of her gown, the cool air against her skin, the way the fabric clung to her in places she wished it wouldn’t.

She flinched when Derek’s voice cut through her thoughts.
“Alright, let’s start with the basics,” he said, his tone professional but a little too casual for her liking. “Sit up straight for me.”

She obeyed, uncrossing her arms and straightening her posture, though the shift made her even more aware of how the gown moved against her body.

Derek stepped closer, clipboard in hand. “I’m going to check your vitals first.”

That seemed normal enough. Sally let out a slow breath, willing herself to relax.

He reached for her wrist, fingers wrapping around it to check her pulse. His touch was firm, impersonal, but it still made her skin tingle with discomfort. She kept her eyes on the clock above his head, trying to ignore the way the silence in the room made everything feel more intense.

“Your heart rate’s a little fast,” Derek noted. “Nervous?”

Sally forced a small, awkward laugh. “A little.”

“Nothing to worry about,” he said smoothly. “Let’s move on.”

He released her wrist and reached for the blood pressure cuff. Sally expected him to wrap it around her arm without hesitation, but instead, he paused.

“Actually, for the most accurate reading, it’s better if we do this directly on the skin,” he said casually.

She blinked, momentarily thrown off. “Oh. Okay.”
Before she could process it further, he was already pushing the loose sleeve of her gown up over her shoulder. The fabric bunched awkwardly at her collarbone, shifting in a way that made the opposite side slip lower. A sharp rush of panic shot through her as she felt cool air brush against the exposed curve of her breast. Instinctively, she grabbed at the gown, fingers clutching at the flimsy material to keep it from slipping too far.

The cuff tightened around her arm, and she focused on the pressure, willing herself to ignore everything else.

A few moments passed, then Derek nodded, noting the reading. “All good.”

Sally let out a small breath of relief, but it was short-lived.
“Now, I’ll need you to lie back.”

Her stomach tightened. She hesitated, just for a second, but forced herself to comply. Shifting backward, she eased herself onto the table, feeling the cool surface press against her skin. The moment her back met the hard surface, the gown rode up her thighs, the loose fabric slipping higher with the movement.

By the time she was settled, the hem had bunched so far up that most of her lower half was bare to the open air. She felt a breeze blowing on her pubic mound. It’s sparse hair tickled the inner folds and she felt moisture and warmth buildup inside of her. Blood rushed to her face as she instinctively reached to pull it down, but the material was too light, too flimsy. Any attempt to fix it felt obvious, almost as if she’d be drawing more attention to how exposed she was. The cool air caressed her exposed sex. She pressed her legs together instinctively, a futile attempt to reclaim some sense of modesty. But the damage was done. Heat prickled at her skin as an uneasy feeling crawled up her spine, though she still didn’t know why.

Beyond the cracked door, unseen by her, the small group of students remained transfixed. Some exchanged glances, nudging each other as they whispered, their fascination growing with each passing second. one student whipped out his phone to record this humiliation forever.

She swallowed hard, pressing her lips together. Maybe if she stayed still, it wouldn’t get any worse.

Derek didn’t acknowledge her struggle. Instead, he adjusted the clipboard in his hands. “I’m going to check your reflexes next. That didn’t sound too bad.

But as soon as he reached for her knee, lifting her leg slightly to tap just beneath the kneecap, Sally’s stomach twisted. The movement made the gown shift again, the loose hemline dipped lower as her body adjusted. She felt it at her tummy and her heart dropped. She prayed Derek didn’t notice.

She swallowed hard, heat rising to her face as Derek continued, seemingly unfazed.

“Other leg,” he instructed.
She switched, but the same thing happened. The more she moved, the more the gown shifted, slipping in ways she couldn’t control. She felt ridiculous, struggling to keep herself covered when every small movement seemed to undo her efforts. She barely had time to adjust before Derek moved on.

“Alright, I’ll need to listen to your breathing now.” He reached for the stethoscope draped around his neck, and Sally instinctively sat up. But as she shifted, the gown rode up further, leaving her lower half completely exposed. A wave of shame flooded her face as she realized the full extent of her vulnerability. The cool surface of the table pressed against her bare butt, and she felt acutely aware of how little coverage she had left.

“Could you pull the gown down a little for me?”

Sally froze. “What?”

He gave her an expectant look. “Just enough so I can get a clear reading. It won’t take long.”

She hesitated, but her hands moved before her mind could catch up. She loosened her grip on the gown’s neckline and, with shaky fingers, pulled it down just enough to expose her collarbone and upper chest.

The air felt even colder against her bare skin.

Derek pressed the stethoscope to her chest, just below her collarbone. The metal was freezing, making her flinch slightly.
“Deep breath in,” he instructed.

She did as she was told, though the act of breathing deeply only made her more aware of how much she was showing. The fabric of the gown hung loosely, offering little security.

Derek moved the stethoscope lower.

“Another deep breath.”

Sally’s face flushed with heat. She could feel the cool air from the AC against her exposed skin, each breath only making her more aware of her vulnerability. The stark contrast between the chill in the room and the warmth of her embarrassment seemed to heighten everything, every inch of bare skin felt more noticeable, more exposed, with every passing second.

Derek’s voice held a hint of amusement as he produced an older-looking thermometer. "Next, we need your temperature," he said. Sally instinctively opened her mouth, expecting the usual routine.
But his smirk gave her pause. "It's not that kind of thermometer, sweetheart," he said, his tone playful, but his words sending a shiver down her spine.

Sally's stomach sank as the implications dawned on her. She froze, her mouth still slightly ajar, as a growing knot formed in her stomach. The aide's playful tone only added to her discomfort. "I need you up on the table, on all fours, with your butt towards me, please," he instructed, his voice still laced with amusement. Despite her trepidation, Sally didn't think to question him. She hesitated for a moment, then slowly climbed onto the table, her heart racing with anticipation and fear.

Derek’s laughter rang out, smug and unrestrained, as he gestured toward her exposed backside. His eyes gleamed with amusement. “I see you’re all ready for me,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo.

Heat crawled up Sally’s neck, humiliation settling deep in her chest. But she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. She kept her gaze fixed ahead, willing herself to stay still even as her vision blurred with unshed tears.

A sudden chill against her bare skin made her flinch. Derek’s voice followed, smooth and matter-of-fact. “I need you to spread your cheeks a bit so I can get the lube inside.”

Dread pooled in her stomach, but she obeyed, hating every second of it. No one had ever seen her this exposed, this vulnerable. The thought made her skin crawl. Cold lubricant touched her butthole, a final indignity before the thermometer slid into place.

The classmates crowded at the doorway, eyes gleaming with anticipation. They exchanged smirks and hushed whispers, barely containing their amusement. Some nudged each other, stifling laughter, while others muttered bets on how far this would spread. The new girl, caught in the worst possible moment. This would be the end of her social life, and they couldn’t wait to see just how much more there was to see.

[Hooked6]

This is shaping up to be a really interesting story! Can't wait to read more!

Hooked6

[mikewozere]

Hot! Can they all see right "up" her from their position outside the door?